I awoke at 3am sharp, silence, the house was sleeping. Holly was sleeping. But I was very aware of the fact that having disappeared to bed at 8.30 with a poorly Son, to read 'Mr Stink' by David Walliams, which just suits my reading ability. So I left Daisy to put Holly dog to bed, in her crate. So when I woke, I got up, because I didn't like to think of the dog bursting, but being confined to her crate (I know that's the purpose!!!) So I ended up standing in my 'grassy green garden' :) waiting for the dog to have a Wee-wee. But she thought it far too cold and scuttled back to her Crate.
So when, I got up proper at 6.30, I was no stranger to the cold crisp white grass.
As Dave couldn't dig the ground to lay the foundations, because it was 'as hard as Iron' (isn't that a Hymn?' So......he had a peep in my loft, and did a builders tut cupping his chin as he shook his head.
Oh bugger, how could I forget, this is a real one for Dave? are you there? Remember the jobsworth last week in the dial a ride bus? Well, Health and F* safety phoned today, asking if they could come and see my trike. And the way I see it, if I can't take Ziggy, well then they have to find a way that I can. In this 'Inclusive Society'. As Dave will tell you it is a Class A invalid Carriage, because I power it. Not a motor, or a battery.
I spoke to Steve about it, who reckons I've got the law? on my side, type of thing and they should accommodate me.
I keep getting emails from the Olympic Games, reminding me to do it. It's incredibly worrying because I believe I've done it all. But I've tried phoning the number provided. and they have no record of any ones! It makes me want to cry :(
Wish me luck for tomorrow!!xxxx